Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.